Rendezvous
02 February 07 : 03.36 AM
b. works at one of the most expensive buildings in Singapore, quotes Jazz standards. He is up at 4am talking to me online, and he's the only one I've expressed my insecurities about Danii to.
The other night, Danii and I walked from Mosque Street down Club Street where we saw the apartment we swear we're gonna live in soon, down Peck Seah Street and then back up Duxton Hill. Something about rainy nights and quaint old shophouses and a lot of photo-taking.
The last thing b. said to me before we ended our conversation was, "you probably know that your slight frustration/paranoia about Danii... that's misplaced.
"Don't give up a good thing, okay"